1/14/10: Hoi An, Vietnam
Though we woke up at 8:30 today, we didn’t step foot outside of our hotel until after two. This wasn’t completely our fault – when the hotel’s free breakfast policy is “Eat until you’re full. Then you’re done,” well, it makes for some long breakfasts. The other problem (besides the problem of the absurdly full stomachs) was that we got caught up in figuring out what we’re going to do with our 12 days in Australia. Since our cheap/free housing fell through in Sydney, we found ourselves trying to decide if we wanted to travel a bit within Australia and go to Fraser Island or maybe Melbourne. Correction: when I say we were trying to decide if we wanted to travel within Australia, I perhaps should have said we were trying to decide if we would have enough money to travel up to Fraser Island or down to Melbourne. Conclusion: we’ll see when we get there, and if anyone wants to let us borrow a camper for free in Sydney, we’ll love you forever.
When we finally did get around to leaving our hotel this afternoon, it was too late to think about renting a motorbike and going out to My Son, which are some ruins about an hour away from Hoi An. And to be honest, after going to Angkor, I’m not so big on seeing other temple ruins. It just seems a bit – well, purposeless. Also, I think I’m still suffering a bit from Mui and Duc withdrawal. Plus it was raining. Fine, it was sprinkling. Take any of the excuses above, and please don’t let my guilty feelings reach you across your screen. So instead of doing anything cultural or enlightening, like good travelers would do, we went shopping! Less morally satisfying maybe, but more fun.
We also bought two yellow matching wine holders for about $6.
When we got back to our hotel room, I unwrapped all of our carefully wrapped purchases so I could look at them. [Here’s where I have to confess that I am one of those people who compulsively unwraps new purchases to look at and admire them even if I just have to wrap them up again. I also always wear my new clothes as soon as I can – I’ve seen people’s closets where they have clothes hanging in them with the tags still on them! That would NEVER happen in my closet. It blows my mind that people choose to live like that.] As I unwrapped the second wine holder and pulled it out, I realized that the lady at the store had given us the wrong thing! This one was yellow – but instead of cute little chicks, it had Chinese characters on it! Now, I don’t have anything against Chinese characters, being Chinese and all, but I do have this thing about matching. As in – things must match. So we went back to the store we bought them from and politely explained to the woman what had happened. She looked at the newspaper wrapping, which said “gang va” and explained, “Outside it says chicken. But inside no chicken chicken.” And with that profound pronouncement, she went into the back of the storeroom and brought us the correct wine holder, the one with the chicken chicken on it. I would say that the the way she said “no chicken chicken” made my day, but that would just be a complete understatement.
Picture of the Day: Lanterns make everything look nicer.